I want to lay my brushes down And put my paller away Take off my smock And take off my beret I want to call it a day For the sun's gone down It's time to light a candle Eight hours striaght Is just what I can handle After that it doesn't pay So serve up the cheese With the crackers and the wine I want to rid my mouth Of the taste of turpentine I want to get a little drunk Fatten up my head Find me a good book And take that book to bed And read until the break of day Painting ain't the only thing I like to do I like to dance even like to sing Don't you? Don't you? So come up to my attic If you're happening by And when my work's all done I will show you why First we'll drink to your health Then we'll drink to mine Who knows what will happen When we finish off that wine That's all I got to say Maybe we'll make a little hay